My Exhibitionist Mom Book Fifteen

CHAPTER 141-JENNI-LYN AND JERRI-LYN

My friend Jenni-lyn Harlow has a sister named Jerri-lyn, and Jerri-lyn is quite the bossy little bully. Even though she’s shorter, she is a little queenie that always gets what she wants. And Mom has to intervene and smooth things over. At least that’s what Jenni-lyn tells me. The reality is usually different. Her Mother’s name is Jackie-lyn, and the story is that she’ s a southern girl, and her Mom thought that the name Jacqueline was “Jackie-lyn!” I was over there after shopping for prom (her) and bathing suits (me). She was trying on a couple outfits and testing things out. Jenni-lyn has a perfect figure, about my height, small C-cup breasts, small waist, biggish hips, cute ass, nice legs. Her light brown hair framed her roundish face, curling underneath her neck and accenting her cleft chin and perky nose. I was in one of the new suits and she was in her bra and panties, when Jerri-lyn came in, unannounced and uninvited.

“Don’t you ever knock?” Said Jenni.

“You’re not supposed to have the door closed. We have an open-door policy in here, remember?”

“What are you in here for?”

“Because I know what you’re really doing. You’re masturbating. That’s why you had the door closed. Just go ahead and do it so I can watch, and then I’ll leave.”

“Why don’t you just leave anyway?”

“Because I want to see. Go ahead and do it. It only takes you a few minutes. Just do it, then I’ll leave. I want to see.”

“God. What is your problem?” Jenni didn’t seem very fazed by the intrusion or the request.

“Just do it, already. You were going to do it anyway. Do it or I’ll explain to your friend what you were doing last time.”

“Jesus, Jerri. If I do it, will you scatter, far and wide, and never come back?”

“Yes. I have a rather full schedule today.”

Surprisingly, Jenni-lyn took down her bottoms to mid-thigh and started masturbating. To me, she said, “I hope you don’t mind. This won’t take very long, and it will be worth it to rid ourselves of the scourge that is Jerri-lyn.” She went back to running her hand over her bush. Every now and then she clucked her teeth in disapproval, looking over at Jerri, whose eyes were trained on Jenni’s moving hand. “This what you paid to see?”

“It’s not bad. A little more enthusiasm would be nice”

“Look, pipsqueak, just be happy with what you got, then vamoose. Umph. Umph.”

“You gonna come already?”

“None of your business.”

“Spread it and let me see. You really ready already?”

“See for yourself.” Jenni-lyn spread her snatch for her sister to see. Jerri nodded without taking her eyes off Jenni’s pussy. She went back to working her hand over it.

“Let’s see the big finish.”

Jenni-lyn turned to me. “I’m gonna come already. Then we’ll be rid of her.”

“You go right ahead. I’m not in any hurry.”

Jerri said to me, “Why don’t you do it, too?”

“Maybe later.” I don’t know why Jenni was allowing her sister to boss her around, but I had no intention of letting her.

And just then her Mom appeared at the door, looking surprised. “Hiya, Jill!” She said. “Long time, no see!”

“Hiya, Mrs. Harlow! Nice to see you.”

“You too, Jill. Will you say hello to your Mom for me? She was so nice to me when we were chaperones on a school trip one time. Whatcha guys doing?”

“Jerri here is trying to bully me again. Threatening me, being a pain in the butt, and making me play with it in front of my friend so she can get her rocks off later.”

“Aww. Is that true, Jerri-lyn?” She sat back on the bed with her legs apart and patted in front of her for Jenni to sit in front of her. Jenni sat with her legs in front of her, her back resting against her Mom. Her panties were still down mid-thigh.

“Kind of. But you should hear what I caught her doing the last time.”

“Come, come, Jerri-lyn,” Mrs. Harlow said. “There’s no need to tattle. I’m sure you’ve done some silly things, yourself.”

“She’s done plenty. Once Jerri had an ‘emergency’ and busted in on me while I was peeing.”

“Well, we’ve all had emergencies, Sugar.”

“I think her emergency was that she wanted to pee on me.”

“Oh, come on, Sugar. Don’t you think you’re imagining that?”

“She came in, took off her pants and stood over me to pee.”

“So? I had to go. I bet even Mom did something like that once in her life.”

“I surely did. In college one time! I had to go soooo bad! I did ask first, and my aim was real sharp!”

“So was Jerri’s. Tell her where you aimed it, Jerri.”

“I don’t remember.”

“She aimed it right at my little button.”

“And why don’t you tell Mom what happened to your little button, then.” No answer. “It got bigger and harder. Little Sugar liked it.”

“I did not.”

“She did, too. She scooted forward and peed right on the floor. Then she finished herself off with her hand. It only took he about 30 seconds because she was to turned-on.”

“Oh, Jenni-lyn! You are a real pioneer!” Her Mom chuckled.

“Then there was the time she burst in on me when she knew I was doing it, before church. I was trying to do it fast.”

“Oh, I’m sure Jerri didn’t know you were trying to do it fast, like that. Besides, you shouldn’t be doing it before church, anyways. You know better than that, Jenni-lyn.”

“I couldn’t help it. And Jerri comes bursting in and says I have to let her watch, or she’ll tell you, and I’d never be able to finish off ‘cause you’d make me stop.”

“That’s right, Sugar, I WOULD make you stop! Right before church is no time to be doing those things.”

“Well, Jerri said SHE wanted to do it, too. But I was already just about done. She told me to slow it down and finish up when she told me to, but I told her I was almost done, and then, boom, I finished myself off. And Jerri was so mad, tell her what you did then, Jerri.”

“I don’t remember.”

“She pulled down her pants and threw me back on the bed, and started rubbing her pie right against mine. I could feel her little button getting bigger and trying to slide right in my hole.”

“Oh, dear, Jerri-lyn! Did y’all do that right on a Sunday? That was poor judgment, girl.”

“I know, Mom. But Jenni here was telling me to do it.”

“I was NOT! I was telling you to do it FAST. We were already late. She was huffing and puffing and bumping her pie into mine. Finally, she got to the end part.”

“You did, Jerri? You finished like that right against your sister? On a Sunday? Shame on you.”

“Why don’t you tell her what YOU did then, Miss Angel, Jenni?”

“I don’t recall.”

“She reached down at her pussy-pie and did it AGAIN. And it only took 30 seconds. So, she did it TWICE on a Sunday. At least I only did it once.”

“You girls are both in line for some extra praying. I might even have to tell Pastor Williams what y’all were up to, on a Sunday right before services.”

“Mom, Pastor Williams is a weirdo. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has a pussy-pie himself!”

“You GIRLS! You hush.” She looked at me, exasperated. “Still, Jerri, you can’t go around bullying your sister like this. What goes around comes around, you know.”

“Thank you, Mom.” Jenni-lyn was still brushing up and down on her pussy-pie. “Do I have to keep going? Just because Jerri tells me to?”

“No, Sugar, you don’t have to keep going. Jerri, tell your sister how sorry you are that you made her play with her button in front of her friend.”

“Mom, I’m not going to apologize to HER.”

“You go ahead and say it.”

“Jesus. I’m SORRY.”

“And don’t use Jesus’ name in vain like that. And say the whole apology.”

“I’m sorry I made you jerk off in front of your friend.”

“Don’t be vulgar.”

“I’m sorry I made you fondle your clitoris in front of your friend.”

“That’s better. Isn’t that nice?”

“So why is she still doing it?” Jenni-lyn was still moving her finger up and down over her clit.

“Well, maybe she needs to keep going, now that you made her start. Are you still a little aroused, Jenni-lyn? Would you like to keep playing with yourself a little while, and finish all the way?”

“Yes, Mom. I need to.”

“All right, Sugar. Do you think we can all be quiet for a few minutes and let Jenni go all the way to completion?” Jerri rolled her eyes but said nothing. I certainly wanted to see what would happen with this weird family dynamic.

“Thank you, Mom. I’ll only be a couple moments.”

“You go right ahead, Jenni, and do what feels good. You want me to rub on your shoulders a little bit while you do it?”

“Yes, Mom. Please rub my shoulders.” Mrs. Harlow started to massage Jenni through her fluffy white sweater.

I reached over to pull it up and off for her as she held her arms up. “Maybe it will feel better if your Mother rubs your shoulders bare, Jenni.” She sat back up in her bra-her big breasts were hard to miss.

“Thank you, Jill, I surely believe it would.” Mrs. Harlow continued rubbing Jenni’s shoulders and neck while she diddled her clit in front of us. Her eyes were closed, and she was making a “mmm” face with her lips.

“That feel good, Sugar?” Her Mom asked.

“Yes, Mom.” She brushed her cheek against her Mother’s hand as it kneaded her shoulder. “Thank you. I’m starting to feel tingly now.”

“Ohhh. Yes! You’re starting to tingle already?”

“Yes, Mom. You’re helping me along, with your hands. It feels good when you touch me if I’m touching it down there.”

“Ohhhh. Okay! Well maybe it’ll help you along.”

Jerri-lyn chimed in, “Mom, can I do it, too? Play with it?”

“No, Jerri-lyn, you certainly may not. That is your punishment for being such a little bully. You just sit there and watch while your sister has her nice time.”

“Mom, that’s kind of mean.”

“Yes, it surely is. And it’s mean to be a little monster. So, you learn you a lesson from this. Now are you having a nice time, Jenni-lyn?”

“Yes, Mom. I like it when you rub me.”

“And your little button feels good?”

“Yes, Mom.”

“Are you going to have your little explosion, soon?”

“Yes. I think it’s going to happen soon.”

“You make your sister watch, and maybe she won’t be such a terror next time.”

“Yes, Mom. Watch me, Jerri-lyn. And be nicer to me and don’t make me play with it just for your pleasure.”

“Jesus,” Jerri said. “I guess you’re not getting any kicks from this, huh, Jenni?”

“Jerri! Don’t use Jesus’ name in vain. Especially while your sister is playing with her little button, there.”

“I wouldn’t have started at all if you hadn’t come busting in here all on fire.”

“Now, hush up, girls, and let Jenni finish it off. With a little cherry on top.”

“Thank you, Mom.”

“Now, are you almost ready to?”

“Yes, Mom, I’m just about ready. Could you do one more thing for me, so I can finish it really good?”

“Why, surely, Sugar. What is it you want me to do?”

“I want it to be a good one, Mom, one of the best ones. So, at the very end, when I tell you to, could you reach into my bra and pull my breasts out? Then I’ll finish off really good, I promise.”

“Oh! Well, Sugar, that’s a silly one. You want them to be bare when you have your finish?”

“Yes, Mom. Right at the exact moment. I’ll tell you when. Are you ready?”

“Yes, sure, I guess so. I’ll just pull them out of your bra with both hands, at the end.”

“Yes. Almost ready?”

“Sure, Jenni. I’m ready. I’ll put my hands right here so they’re ready to go.” Jenni sat up a little more so her Mom could fit both her hands around her, ready to pull her tits out at the moment of truth.

“Almost there, Mom.” She was starting to breathe harder, her eyes were open now. “Almost ready.”

“Ooooh! This is kind of fun! I’m ready when you are, Jenni-lyn! I’m going to pull your boobies right out and show them off!”

“Yes. Yes. I’m almost ready. Just a little more rubbing down there. Here it goes. Ready to pull them out, Mom?”

“Yes! I’m going to pull those boobies out, and the girls can see them just at the right time.”

“A little more rubbing on my button. Yes. Yes. Okay. Ready, Mom?”

“Yup! You tell me when, Sugar.”

“A little more, Mom. A little more. Okay…. Almost ready…. Almost ready.” Jenni was rubbing fast now, her mouth open and her tongue out.

“Ready?”

“Okay…. Okay…. Okay, now!”

As Jenni-lyn rubbed her pussy, her Mom reached in and took her tits out of her bra. As Jenni’s legs moved involuntarily back and forth, Mrs. Harlow jiggled the tits for us to see. The nipples were hard, and Jackie-lyn was smiling, almost laughing as she helped her Daughter’s orgasm along. Jenni-lyn shaked and quaked, and finally her movements subsided. She was breathing hard, winded and blowing the hair out of her face.

“That was a good one, Jenni-lyn! Don’t you think so, Jill?”

“Yes, Mrs. Harlow! I love the way you jiggled her boobies at the end! Did that feel great, Jenni?”

“It sure did! Thanks, Mom. God, that took a lot out of me.”

“You look tired, Jenni-lyn. You must have been saving that one up.”

“I was, Mom. I haven’t done it in days.”

“Sure you haven’t, Angel,” Jerri snarked.

Mrs. Harlow pulled herself out of the bed, and Jenni fell back onto the pillows. “All right girls, I have a few things to take care of, myself. Jerri, you leave the girls alone, now.”

Jerri stood to go. “Thanks for the show, Jenni.” She exited out toward the bathroom.

“You’re not welcome. And don’t do anything in there that I wouldn’t do.”

Jerri shot her the bird without looking back, and closed the bathroom door.

“That was great, Jenni,” I said. “A real treat to watch.”

“Well, I’m sorry you had to get involved in the complicated family dynamics, Jill, but that kind of drama goes on all the time here. I’m a little tuckered out. Would you mind if we finished the fittings on Monday?”

“Not at all, Jenni. I’ll see you then. I know the way out.” I collected my clothes, waved and wandered down the hall. Mrs. Harlow was in her room, on the bed. I thought I saw her hand between the legs of her yoga pants. I stopped at her door and called in. “Mrs. Harlow, would you mind if I changed in your bathroom? I have to go pretty bad, and Jerri’s in the other loo.”

“Oh, not at all, Jill, come on in. I have to go, too.”

“Maybe we can share. Like Jenni and Jerri did!”

“Oh, that was quite a little story. Do you believe it?”

“Well, they both admitted it. And you said you did it in college.”

“I surely did, didn’t I. Well, my aim is a whole lot better than Jerri’s, if you want to try it.”

“Sure, Mrs. Harlow.” We went into her bathroom and closed the door.

“Why don’t you take off your bottoms and have a seat.” I removed my bikini bottoms as Mrs. Harlow took off her yoga pants. Her light brown wispy curls atop her pussy were slightly damp. She positioned herself, standing with her legs astride mine as I sat on the toilet. “Okay, Jill, are y’all ready?”

“Mrs. Harlow?”

“Yes, Sugar?”

“Do you think you could do it the way Jerri said she did it?”

“You mean, go onto you? On purpose?”

“Yes. I mean, here.” I pointed to my clit, now protruding out.

“Oh. Is that what you want? I sure can, if you’d like.”

“I would like it that way, Mrs. Harlow. If I can be honest with you, Jerri’s stories, and watching Jenni-lyn and all, well it got me, you know…”

“You can tell me, Jill. You go ahead, now. You can trust me, you know.”

“It got me horny, Mrs. Harlow.”

“Horny? Like you want to play down there at your pussy-pie? Like Jenni did?”

“Yes. But if you sprayed it down there, you know, at my pussy-button, maybe I wouldn’t need to do anything, and it would just happen automatically.”

“Oh, I see. Well, do you want me to try?”

“Please, Mrs. Harlow. I’m very horny right now.”

She adjusted her position, and put her hands on her hips. “You know, Jill, as long as we’re being honest, I’ll tell you a secret, too.”

“You will?”

“Yup. Those little stories got me worked up, too.”

“Really, Mrs. Harlow? Are you horny?”

“That’s right, Jill. Horny, like you say.” Just then a stream came out of her pee-hole and landed right next to my clit. She adjusted slightly, and her warm urine cascaded over my distended clitoris. “Yes, Jill, this feels good for me, too. Tickles my button on the way out.”

“It does? Gosh, it feels so good! It’s so warm! It’s making my clit so big. Oh, Mrs. Harlow, I’m getting so excited!”

“Good, Jill! Me, too!” Her stream continued, right on my clit.

“I’m getting all tingly. Like I’m going to come. Can I help it along with my hand?”

“Sure you can, Sugar. You go ahead.”

I started masturbating as her urine coated my hand, bouncing off, spraying and landing everywhere. I looked around apologetically at the mess. “Oh! It’s going everywhere!”

“It’s okay, Sugar, you go ahead and finish up. Feels good for me to go on you like that.”

“I think I’m going to come!” A few more strokes brought my orgasm. “I’m coming! I’m coming!”

“Oooh! Yes, Sugar! Come for me! Do yourself! Let me see you, now!”

I opened my legs and spread my pussy, gaping and contracting in the spasms of pleasure, as the last drops of her urine landed on my clit. “God, that was wonderful, Mrs. Harlow!”

“It sure was, Jill! You got me all excited watching your pleasure. Your little hand was going a mile a minute down there! And the pee-drops going every which-way! What a sight it was! Got me all randy, too. I think I’d better take a turn now, too.”

“Would you like to sit here, Mrs. Harlow? I haven’t relieved myself yet, if you’d like to, you know, give that a try?”

“You know what, Jill, I think I’d like that.” I rose off the throne and let Mrs. Harlow take a seat.

“I don’t know if my aim is as good as yours, but I’ll do my best.”

“Oh, that’s okay, if you miss a little bit, it might even make it more fun. I’m curious to see where it goes.”

Mrs. Harlow arranged herself on the toilet seat, reached down and spread her pussy lips for me to aim at. My intention was to make a few errors in my aim and see what her reaction was. She looked up at me, smiling, and I let loose a torrent of pee. It landed on her breasts, soaking her bra, and I quickly adjusted down her belly, and onto her clit. She let out a yelp, and her expression turned immediately from a broad smile to a lustful look of surprise. She pushed and pulled her lips apart to increase the manipulation of her clitoris. “Feel good, Mrs. Harlow?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna go pretty quick. I feel myself contracting in there already. Do it on my tits again.”

“Okay.” I aimed it up at her breasts, now showing through the thin material of the bra. “Like that?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna play with myself for you. You like peeing on me this way?”

“Yes, Mrs. Harlow. I like seeing your breasts through the thin material. Are you going to finish in front of me? I’d like that, too.”

“Yeah, Sugar. You can watch me do it. See my clit? Pour some on there, now. I’ll hold it open.”

“Okay.” I adjusted my stream back to her clit.

She called out in lustful delight. “Oh, yeah.” She looked back up at my face as she prepared for her orgasm. “I’m gonna come now, Sugar. You watching?”

“I’m watching, Mrs. Harlow. I can’t wait to see you do it.”

“I’m gonna do it. Keep watching. Here it goes. Oh, Oh. Oy, my, it’s gonna come. It’ coming now. Here comes my orgasm, Sugar. You watching?”

“I sure am. I see your pussy contracting. You coming now?”